Page 30 of Daisy (Omega Chosen #3)

The thought makes me clench around my fingers. Two is definitely a stretch, almost uncomfortable, but the fullness feels incredible. Like my body was made for this.

"God, look at you," he breathes, his voice raw with need. "So fucking beautiful touching yourself for me. Do you know what I want to do to you?"

I shake my head, unable to speak around the pleasure building inside me.

"I want to lay you down on that bed and lick and kiss every inch of your body with my mouth. I want to taste you on my tongue until you come apart for me, until you're shaking and begging for more."

His words are filthy and perfect and make me move my fingers faster.

"Then I want to stretch you open with my fingers, prepare you to take my cock. You're so small, so tight. I'd have to go slow, work you open inch by inch until you can take all of me."

The image he's painting makes me desperate. Makes me want things I don't even have names for.

"Would you like that, beautiful? Would you let me claim you properly? Knot you, lock you to me, make you mine?"

"Yes," I gasp, lost in the fantasy he's creating. "Please, yes."

"That's my good girl. Keep touching yourself. Don't stop."

I can see he's close, his strokes becoming erratic.

His cock is flushed dark red now, veins standing out prominently along the length.

His other hand squeezes his swollen knot, and his whole body shudders at the contact.

A bead of moisture leaks from the head, and I find myself wondering what he tastes like.

The thought should shock me. Should make me blush with shame. Instead, it makes me bolder.

"I want to taste you," I blurt out, then immediately flush with embarrassment at my own boldness.

His whole body goes rigid. "Fuck, Daisy. You can't say things like that."

"Why not?" The question comes out breathier than I intended.

"Because I'm barely holding onto my control as it is." His hand moves faster, rougher. "Watching you touch yourself, hearing you say you want to taste me... I'm going to come."

The desperation in his voice makes me feel powerful. Makes me want to push him further over the edge.

"I want to watch you come," I say, my fingers working faster inside myself. "I want to see you lose control because of me."

"Shit, Daisy?—"

"I want to touch you everywhere. Taste you. Feel you inside me." The words tumble out of me, raw and honest and desperate.

"Fuck, I'm—" His head falls back against the wall, every muscle in his body tensing. "I'm coming."

He comes with a strangled groan, his whole body shaking as he spills over his hand and onto the floor. The sight of him losing control because of me, because of my words, pushes me over the edge.

Pleasure crashes through my body in waves, more intense than anything I've ever felt. I cry out softly, my body shaking as the orgasm takes me.

We stand there afterward, both breathing hard, both trembling. The air between us is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction and something deeper. Something that feels like belonging.

"Come here," Dante says softly, his voice gentle again.

I walk to him on unsteady legs, my body still humming with aftershocks. He's already cleaning himself up with a towel, pulling his clothes back on with careful movements.

When I'm close enough, he cups my face in his hands. His palms are warm and slightly rough, and the tenderness in his touch makes my chest ache.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. "Absolutely incredible."

"Was that... was I okay?" The insecurity in my voice surprises me.

"More than okay. Perfect." He kisses my forehead, soft and reverent. "How do you feel?"

I think about it. I should feel embarrassed. Ashamed. I just watched a man pleasure himself while doing the same thing. Good omegas don't do things like that.

But I don't feel like a good omega anymore. I feel like myself. Like Daisy, who wants things and isn't afraid to ask for them.

"Good," I whisper. "Really, really good."

"Good." His thumb strokes across my cheek. "We should probably get back out there before someone comes looking for us."

I nod, even though I don't want this moment to end. Don't want to go back to pretending there isn't this electric connection between us. This thing that makes my body come alive and my heart race.

"Dante?"

"Yeah, beautiful?"

"Thank you." The words feel inadequate for what he's given me. "For helping me. For making me feel... normal. Like what I want matters."

His eyes go soft, and something fierce and protective flickers there. "Your wants always matter, Daisy. Always. Don't let anyone ever tell you different."

As we leave the bathroom together, I feel fundamentally changed. Not just because of what we did, but because of how he looked at me while we did it. Like I was beautiful and powerful and worth wanting.

Like I was someone who deserved to choose.

The thought stops me short. Here I am, having just shared the most intimate experience of my life with an alpha, and I've still never been kissed. The realization makes me blush. What kind of backwards world did I live in where I could discover pleasure but had never felt someone's lips on mine?

Where did this boldness come from? Because this certainly isn't the girl who sat in Uncle's parlor just days ago, accepting whatever fate others decided for her. I'm not sure I recognize myself anymore.

But maybe... maybe that's not such a bad thing.

For the first time in my life, I'm starting to believe that might be true.